Analysis of Karma

Once in a ferlie wood my maid and I
Did spot a flower once o' ma eye
Tho' now that rose no more is she
Wi' auld flame prince thereby passed me

Once bright Traquair, soured, deed dark and done
For gone's my dear wife wi' braw son
Perhaps one day again wi' she
Will by that pass meet tenderly

As once kissed I the prince's rose
Whence it doth come and where it go
What you sow they say you reap
I think it's now my turn to weep

Fair hope one day flit by that way
With I and not another
My smiling maid in my own arm
And not o' someone other

Then new love thence will be old
A broken heart fleeced by the cold
This karmic curse said what for done
Beneath a howling midnight sun

J M. Ippolito.